The doctor had scarcely taken his departure when Nellie's turbaned head showed itself at the door.
"That factory-boy, Philip, is downstairs; he brought back a book, and wants to see you. He seems in trouble; but you don't feel like being bothered to-day, do you?"
"Did he ask to see me?"
"Not exactly; but showed very plainly he wanted to see you."
"Let him come up."
As, he entered, she rose and held out her hand.
"Good morning, Philip; I am glad you are well enough to be out again."
He looked at her reverently, and, as he noticed the change her illness had wrought, his lips quivered and his eyes filled.
"Oh, Miss Irene! I am so glad you are better. I prayed for you all the time while you were so very ill."
"Thank you. Sit down, and tell me about the sick."